“Wait a minute.” She straightened up at the sound of the squad car’s engine revving. Mack had moved to the driver’s side and was pulling out into traffic. “I think I’ve been set up.”
“You sure have. Now get in.” Paul motioned to the backseat. “Your captain’s giving you the rest of your shift off.”
She played along. “Okay, but this had better be good.”
Destin shifted around to give her a sultry look. “Trust me. It’ll be a lot better than just good.”
Paul eased the car back onto the road just as Mack pulled the cruiser beside them. His window slid down. “Give your gun and badge to Mack. You won’t need them any longer.”
Mack had a huge grin on his face. “Hand them over, Georgia. I’ve got orders to take them back to the station.”
She tugged off her holster and unpinned her badge, then gave it to her soon-to-be ex-partner. “I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I, Mack?”
“Hell, yeah. Do you think I’m going to let you get on that plane without sharing one last drink? Course not.” His grin widened. “Now go on. Have some fun with these two. They seem like good guys to me.”
“Thanks, Mack,” offered Paul. “Ready, baby?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
When Paul took the exit for Suwanee, she wondered if they were taking her to her father’s house. “Um, guys, I don’t want to question you or anything, but where are we going?”
Another couple of turns had Paul pulling into the parking lot of a wonderful hotel that was known for its luxurious accommodations. By the time he’d shut off the engine, Destin was already around and opening the door for her. She stepped out, taking his hand.
“Keep quiet, sub, and do as we say.”
She didn’t know what to expect until he pulled out a blindfold and a ball gag. “Wait. Here? What if someone sees us? Two men blindfolding a cop might scare people. We don’t want the precinct flooded with a ton of 9-1-1 calls.”
“Don’t worry. No one’s around and the manager of the hotel is a business acquaintance of ours. He visits the club whenever he’s in Texas.”
Holding up a ball gag, Destin waited for her to open her mouth. He pulled the blindfold over her head and settled it into place.
“Time to be quiet, sub. Since you won’t be able to speak, you can’t use the safe word. Instead, shake your head vigorously and we’ll know. You’re going to lose many of your senses, but don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
She had no doubt they’d always take care of her. They’d proven that to her. Still, she jolted when he pushed earplugs into her ears, shutting out every sound. A hand gripped each arm as they began moving her toward the hotel.
It was strange, yet wildly exhilarating to have only her senses of touch and smell to help her. She could feel the change in the air when they entered the hotel, then another shift in temperature when she realized that they’d gotten into an elevator and had started rising to an upper floor.
They paused, probably checking the hallway for anyone who might see, before moving her out of the elevator then turning her to lead her down a hallway. Another pause came before the chillier air of the room hit her. They stopped, pushing down on her arms and telling her to stay where she was.
She remained in one spot, drawing in a breath as she picked up a faint, unrecognizable aroma. Not having her sight or her hearing to aid her was frustrating, yet added a special spice to their play.
She turned her head, first to one side, then the other, trying to hear something, but didn’t pick up anything. Then, all at once, she felt them unbuttoning her uniform, slowly, taking their time. A hand brushed over her nipple and she threw her shoulders back, aching to have him pinch it.
She looked down out of habit even though she couldn’t see as one of them unlaced her shoes and tugged them from her feet. Her belt and slacks came off next. The feel of a hand on her calves had her stepping out of her pants. She thanked her lucky stars that she’d worn pretty, lacy underwear instead of her plain white ones.
Fingers grazed her skin under her neck as they tugged open her shirt. The same hands slid over her breasts as her shirt fell off her shoulders. Another tug brought down her bra straps. She dragged in a breath past the gag and arched her breasts, offering them to her tormenters. When a mouth covered one of her already taut nipples and fingers twisted her other one, she moaned in pain and yearning.
She’d fallen in love with Paul and Destin last winter, yet hadn’t let herself acknowledge how she felt until she’d arrived at the ranch and had become their sub.